Zalgo's Daughter (But A Crackhead)

4: The Flu Saves Me from A Possibly Fatal Death

  He put me at the time-out corner.

 Sally's time out corner.

After he finally gave me an explanation for impersonating as Zayn and I tried to act all understanding like "Ohhh, I see." just so I could get out of trouble from throwing him into the Dumpsters, and humiliating him in front of a whole bunch of mortals.

 As you may have guessed, it did not work very well.

 So I had to stay in the tiny obsidian house of timeout where other people wouldn't be disturbed from my tantrums while I fill the the little house with lava, shoot rebounding fireballs that occasionally smacked my face when I miscalculated my throws, glow supernova and scream as loudly as I can, in attempts to hopefully make Zalgo's ears bleed as I blowtorch the room with fire shooting of my eyes and mouth in white hot blasts.

 Epic tantrum? Prudanski.
(Hotel? Trivago.)

(I'm so sorry.)

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  I went to school as usual the next week before I dropped out, which I considered a punishment knowing very well that I could've left that hellhole anytime I wished since it wasn't important anyway. So I had to deal with the talking behind my back. Everyone gets used to being talked about behind their back eventually, I did too. But I heard "Zayn's" name, so I couldn't help but to actually listen to the gossiping this time.

 I stopped by my locker and pretended to get stuff from my lockers by just flailing my hands around inside creating a small, but audible noise. What my goal was was to eavesdrop on the random girls behind me, who ever so happens to be the ones that mentioned Zayn in their conversation.

 In barely hushed whispers, they might as well just announce it the whole school, considering how clearly I can hear every word that even seemed to echo through the school hallways, their hauntingly high-pitched voices resonating through my skull.

 Girl 1: "Honestly, he was kinda cute, I would've asked him out if he hadn't always hung around that stupid 10 year old freak-"

 Girl 2: "What? But he's such a goth, he looks so creepy, did you even notice how pale his skin was?"

 Girl 1: "Exactly, snowy white, he looks so pure and innocent, like an angel!"

Girl 2: "He looks like a freaking ghoul, are you blind or something? He's so boney, his cheekbones are all sunk in and shit. Besides you would've never gotten him anyway!"

Girl 1: "Aw come on Patricia, you know it only makes me want to take care of him more, feed a little more into that cute tiny mouth of his~"

Girl 2: "I don't even get it, whenever he and that freak argue, his forehead always looks like it's about to explode with those veins popping out all the time."

Girl 1: "Well I'm not complaining, I like my men veiny-"

SLAM!

 The two quieted down and looked in my direction. Anymore of that ridiculous conversation I would've combusted.

 They were talking about my dad for god's sake! How would you feel if you heard other teenage girls giggling about your father's blood tubes? DisguSTIN.

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  I am so happy about missing school today. I might've died if I didn't do that. Or I might've just actually killed someone along with the murderer.

  While I was training on the field, I accidentally dislocated my arm so I decided to stay home. A huge massacre happened in my school on that day, apparently someone managed to kill off a whole school, all the dead bodies were in the hall and two girls disappeared, two sisters, called Chara and Avirel.

      The dead bodies appeared to have  damaged their eardrums so badly that they bled and were crushed by debris from the crumbling building.

  I mean, it just sounds like an earthquake and some horrible, really off tune music to me.

     So a few days after that incident, I got transferred to a new high school, but this time it was full to the brim of creepypastas. Which of course, is way better, with all that extra gore and blood allowed and whatnot.

  Life got better, no one dared to talk about my dad's blood tubes at school and I was treated nicely with respect by both teachers and students alike, seeing that my father was Zalgo. I got to hang out with Jeff and Sally more there, and if was peaceful and nice.

  Oh but that was before the antagonist of the story comes by of course.

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Spoiler Alert: It was the one who arranged my very first meeting with the Dumpsters.

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